So I have a complaint

I don’t want wine and I’m out of beer. I would kill for one cold beer (but not in a can ((unless it is Milwaukee’s Best (((because then I could chug it like the old days ((((or, better yet, make a beer bong)))). Clearly, I need therapy. And an editor. And a beer.

I would call Banana and ask if she has any, but I think my lack of beer would not stir any sympathy in her. Facebook told me she had a crappy evening. Facebook is helpful that way.

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